Impact

Who was this man?

 

My family went to see my oldest son play in the school band the other night. Siting in front of us were a few teen girls. Before the show they were talking to each other and giggling and laughing. There were 3 of them, two sat in front of us, and one sat in front of them. The girl who sat alone keep looking at the door behind us like she was waiting for a friend. Finally this guy shows up and sits with the two girls in front of us. The show starts and now all three of them keep looking at the door behind us, and they all have huge smiles on their faces like they are waiting for their “best friend” to show up.

 

My family went to see my oldest son play in the school band the other night. Siting in front of us were a few teen girls. Before the show they were talking to each other and giggling and laughing. There were 3 of them, two sat in front of us, and one sat in front of them. The girl who sat alone keep looking at the door behind us like she was waiting for a friend. Finally this guy shows up and sits with the two girls in front of us. The show starts and now all three of them keep looking at the door behind us, and they all have huge smiles on their faces like they are waiting for their “best friend” to show up.

 
After about 3 or 4 songs and thousands of glances toward the door behind us one of the girls smile goes from huge to honking huge.  You would have thought that the Queen walked in or something. She got up and ran to the isle and this older gentleman was walking down the at that time. She rushed up greeting him and she walked him to the front of the church. Even the girls in front of us were watching as she escorted this gentleman to his seat. When she came back to her seat she was all giggles and then calmed down and watched the rest of the show never looking back at the door.

I started thinking, who was this man? Was it her Grandfather? Her father? Who ever it was he had her attention and respect, in a school girl kind of way.  The man looked perfectly normal and most likely never even noticed the attention and respect that this girl was giving him.

So it got me thinking.  We all sit waiting for Jesus to return. We know who He is and what He has done for us.  Do we wait with this same type of respect or excitement? Are we all giggles because we know he is coming? Are we so distracted with waiting for him that what ever is going on around us does not matter?  Do we share this excitement of waiting for Jesus with our friends?

If we don’t, why not?

Are we so caught up in our selves that we forgot that He promised us He would return? Are we awaiting as little kids?  We should.

Luke 18:17 I tell you the truth, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child will never enter it.

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